| I sit at home and watch my coffee going cold
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| Or fall asleep through the boredom of TV
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| Never thinking you’d fall into my arms
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| Be still, my heart
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| That mystical charm
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| I wanted to be sure
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| That I could trust your smile
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| I should have realized
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| It wasn’t worth my while
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| Yours sincerely
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| I will send you flowers in the spring
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| You’re so dearly
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| More than just a sentimental thing
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| You were the one
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| With the twinkle in your eyes
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| Burning softly
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| Beneath the winter skies
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| I could have cried an ocean
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| For you
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| Such was my emotion
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| You don’t know what you have done to me
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| I turned into Mr. Misery
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| Yours sincerely
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| From the frying pan into the fire
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| As you drew near me
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| I could feel the flames growing high
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| Oh it’s clear now
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| What you took me for
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| Take your time
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| With invitations
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| The look of love is not what it seems
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| Save yourself
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| You’ll burn your fingers
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| If you fool around with half-baked dreams
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| I took the wrong decision
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| So you turned on your ignition
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| Did it?
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| How could you be anybody else
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| I’m broken-hearted
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| And sitting on the shelf |
| All they say there’s no such thing
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| But your memory is haunting me
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| The ghost of your love
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| Will never die
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| Will never die
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| Will never die |